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| And suddenly it's like we're women and men |
| 11.26.03 (4:23 am) [edit] |
firstly, ive got a haircut.
technically speaking, its a chic, stylish, hyped up, funky hairdo, exclusively unique. (not mentioning the price my mum forked out for it)
locally speaking, i can be [i]more affectionately [/i]called the [b]durian.[/b]
and so, how does a thorny fruit place itself atop an evening gown? i fail in fathoming the upshot.
anyhow,
secondly i caught looneyt. indeed it swept me into the world of looney animation, the warners' playground where toddlers guffaw to the likes of daffy, the self-proclaimed darn good-looking hunk persona (really second fiddle), bugs, the 24-carat star, brendan, jenna, steve and co. however, lt was not terrific. this probably due to the difficulties faced by the real-life cast as they smiled, frowned, spat, looked and laughed at [b]space.[/b]
as such the limitations of warner bros have made the film no biggie.
im no movie buff but i sure know a good film from a rotten one, as well as a cartoon material from a movie animation. the reason why, probably so, finding nemo was so much better, was that nemo was wholly cartoon. the entire picture revolved around a studio, within which sketches were filled with colours, and characters came to life with real-life cast being only the voiceovers.
nevertheless looneyt drew wholehearted laughters from children across the cinema hall. they burst into fits of uncontrollable mirth upon seeing daffy being melted into a puddle of murky black ink, and when chairman steve worked himself into that set of undeniably-steve-martin-l aughter.
so take it from someone who majors in both aqueous and vitreous humor. watch [i]master and commander[/i]: the far side of the world. as russel crowe manages throught the storm-tossed waters of capehorn.
the showtime was too late, im sorry.
would have watched ong bak, where reviews flood readers with compelling fighting scenes complementing a fresh muay thai kung fu flick that leaves martial arts fans hankering for more.
only looneyt seemed a safer bet.
[i]seemed[/i] is the word baby.
anyhow
thirdly poison my drink for tomorrow is near.
[u]the drugs are quick.[/u]
nightfall, black sea, pass motion.
night.
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| Part of me is fighting this but part of me is gone |
| 11.24.03 (9:44 pm) [edit] |
i just spoke to [i]you[/i] on the phone.
[i]you[/i] sounded queer.
as if there was a third element hindering your free expression.
i counted, [i]you[/i] said 'never mind' [i]5 times.[/i]
thats an all-time high considering [i]you[/i] told me not to say that hackneyed phrase when im speaking with [i]you[/i].
well
that part about ur advice being worthless was [b]falsehood[/b], and [i]you[/i] know it. it means a lot to me, and i will listen.
anyhow, i guess [i]you[/i] can't be more right.
i [u]need[/u] to make the choice [b]on my own.[/b]
i was probably lying when i said rj wasn't a dream.
but it was just not the way [i]you[/i] made it sound like.
[i]dream.[/i]
[i]you[/i] know?
never mind.
i suppose everyone becomes moody at this time of the year.
as much as i hate it,
its gonna hit me on thursday.
hard.
have a good night's rest.
hope your limbs are better, and your arms are no longer strained.
night, little fish. ;)
decisions decisions decisions.
why is this happening to me? a previously staunch believer of arts and rj now caught in the middle of two extremities.
if its a sign, i dont get it.
honestly, it'd make it a whole lot easier if there weren't so many people who mean so much to me.
forgive the wild tongue, im ranting i know.
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| like freaks of a feather, we rock together |
| 11.22.03 (9:39 pm) [edit] |
i am eager to change my name to [b]wilkinson. [/b]
but i don't think my parents will allow that.
oh well, anyway the rwc is over with [b]england as tops![/b]
i screamed myself hoarse with every try they had and rooted for the whites throughout, yelling along with 3 equally enthused brothers. im the happiest soul alive.
hoho. flashback for a minute or so.
had a whole cart (and more) of pure fun on friday.
my my my the things we do with freedom recognised.
had childhood revived with totally yummy marie biscuits.
had inferiority restored with di's sec1 brother thrashin the both of us 3-1 at the pool table. (heck with that, his cca is snooker !)
had made convulsive grimaces at several guinness world record holders. oh my goodness u should really go check out the website and dig [b]the world's [i]hairiest[/i] family[/b].
i refuse to elucidate gory details.
just that, the award name is truly literal in its extremity.
paddington bear! our third companion in her room (excluding of course gigi and rover, who are too adorable to be left uncovered) i'll kill for their offspring i promise, only their frequent humping has not yet produced any results. di suggests that siblings probably cannot uh, reproduce.
mr curry is too repulsive, no wonder the brown family abhors him so much (esp the lovely granny).
i engaged in a battle against loathsome mosquitoes. with my electric blade i tore their little wings and disabled further movement. and thus i sliced my way through the flight of stairs and successfully reached the room of refuge. only to discover , on myself 3 bites and on diana, 4 sustained. at least i tried. =)
soon after we embarked on a [i]very long shortcut[/i] through marshes swamps and bogs, past the stringent guard before the house of our minister of foreign affairs. he managed a rigid smile at us though. cheap thrillll.
from the heart of orchard road we found our way to woodlands, where we later laughed to the acts of brittany murphy and dakota fanning. -recalls a particular scene on stage and bursts out laughing-
of course, not before a very comical male cashier labelled di and me as lovers. we were about to order our drinks and di had place her order first.
di: "one sprite please"
funnyman: "ok, and you?" (referring to me)
me: "um, .."
funnyman trying to be helpful: "would you like a popcorn and a small coke to make it lovers?"
ok it probably doesnt sound as hilarious but at that time i guffawed till i had a stitch.
yes di, we're lovers. lol.
[b][u]hence forth began the long march.[/u][/b]
it really started when she asked me for directions to the mrt. the rest is history. lol.
with grit and determination we ran a (8 km, so she claims) marathon with passers-by turning heads now and then. it was fun i promise. lol lol.
excuse me i can't stop laughing.
anyway, the end of the day was marked with a pot of gold. sweet endings do exist. =)
thanks to all parties involved, animals and man alike, [u]friday the 21st was b-e-a-[i]utiful[/i]. [/u]
ciao. =)
When we're the best of friends,
Having so much fun together,
we're not even aware we're such a funny pair,
we're the best of friends.
Life's a happy game,
we could clown around for ever,
Neither one of us sees our natural boundaries,
Life's one happy game.
If only the world wouldn't get in our way,
If only people would just let us play,
They'd say we're both being fools,
we're breaking all the rules,
They can't understand,
The magic of our wonderland.
When we're the best of friends,
Sharing all that we discover,
When these moments have passed,
Will that friendship last?
Who can't say there's a way?
Oh I hope,
I hope it never ends,
[i]Cause we're the best of friends.[/i]
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| running running as fast as i can |
| 11.20.03 (7:42 pm) [edit] |
i spent last night worrying about how tomorrow (today) might not eventually come. but it did! and its now all [u]history[/u]. mocha-gulping, sleep stupor inducin, all those scholastic drivel is finally of the [b]past tense[/b]!
bathing in pure inertia and basking in the voice of [i]jewel.[/i] ahh, the communist-style opulence.
peace is in itself, a blooming riot.
silence is easy. =)
come away comrades,
[i]ssssssmokin'. [/i]
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| through the eyes of a child, let the message run free. |
| 11.20.03 (2:25 am) [edit] |
tomorrow is [i]the[/i] official day of revolting. it shall beat all revolutions before, as wreaked by intelligentsia in china, or workers in petrograd, or the english in 1688. as the hand of the time machine snaps to nine, i can already fathom the animalistic cries of victory in a resounding union of laughter, screams, squeals and cheering. happiness is having completed the journey, knowing u've done the lot, and being able to enjoy, totally guilt-free, without fretting about the upshot of your endeavours.
come on, we didn't come this far to entrench our minds in worry and anxiety did we? its almost over, and concomitant with the end should be a hotbed of vicious enjoyment, yes?
sheer serendipity struck as i stumbled upon an old letter, written to me by my nursery best friend.
her name was yong hui too! teo yong hui. it probably wasn't too much of a similarity since my teachers called me by my other name, which im not obliged to type really. i have lost touch with most of my nursery friends. actually, all of them. i remember being the spelling queen! my friends dreaded having spelling while i simply loved the sessions of testing and dictations. we had mass bathing times when all the children lined up naked outside the restrooms, eagerly waiting to be scrubbed by the lady. one hand wielding the shower head, the other an indecipherable mass of soapsuds and sponge. one shower curtain separated the boys from the fairer sex. and we never once tried slinking past the translucent material. absolute innocence ruled us. after bathtimes we had tea sitting on stools around the table, eating bread slabbed with sugar and butter. those who were really hungry could have second serves! after tea we slept in air conditioned rooms on feather-filled matresses with thumbs as pacifiers.
bipolar tag team mollify yourselves.
never thought i'd be hit by the ghost of [i]nostalgia[/i].
tomorrow tomorrow i love you, tomorrow. ;)
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| body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away |
| 11.16.03 (3:27 am) [edit] |
phone-meltin'.=)
I don't know, but I believe
That some things are meant to be
And that you'll make a better me
Everyday I love you
I never thought that dreams came true
But you showed me that they do
You know that I learn somethng new
Everyday I love you
'Cos I believe that destiny
Is out of our control
And you'll never live until you love
With all your heart and soul.
It's a touch when I feel bad
It's a smile when I get mad
All the little things I am
Everyday I love you
Everyday I love you boy
Everyday I love you
'Cos I believe that destiny
Is out of our control
And you'll never live until you love
With all your heart and soul
[i]If I asked would you say yes?
Together we're the very best
I know that I am truly blessed
Everyday I love you[/i]
And I'll give you my best
Everyday I love you
an sms mate's a mate for life.
-big gruffy hugg-
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| its the things that you say, so flammable |
| 11.13.03 (8:38 pm) [edit] |
am combing through my schedule entitled 'death cycle' and wowzerr. time really flies. (one slap for that hackneyed phrase) four more days under examination conditions and wowzerr. im in [i]full swing [/i][b]play mode[/b]. -grins- i have learnt to accept it that others end earlier and some do end theirs later. (genuine sympathy)
somehow, a grotesque realisation grips me and withholds my ability to fully break free from all scholastic concerns. that because with these shackles come my bosom buddies, only with them can i experience true ecstacy. the vindication from school means an out from this fraternity of lifetime peers. i don't know. maybe this should be called confusions of a perturbed mind. the end sounds loomingly foreboding, and so does the beginning.
i like to think im [u]in the middle of the ride[/u]. =)
i dont like to be wishy washy about things, so yeah. to all of you there. namely the diligiants, the dzyzd, the la family, the smileys at the pool, and pure acquaintances in the 12-year history of my education, you have been a wonderful crew. i miss you all already and i thank you all for making my life thus far so memorable, and so filled with fun, laughter, peace and joy. ( two slaps for being such a mushy idiot, and expressing banality in its extremity)
in Him we constantly find strength, in books we assiduously find enlightenment, and in turn we sadly face separation. behold, the fairness of mankind.
luck, all, for the remaining papers, and maintaining whatever amount of perseverance there is left.
wowzerr. =)
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| then i could just watch you in your room |
| 11.11.03 (3:55 am) [edit] |
The way you think makes you an [b]Imaginative Mastermind[/b]. This means you are an extremely talented person, with a wide range of skills. There is little to nothing you can't do if you want to. You're very creative and you can express your ideas effectively in a variety of ways, whether it's written or spoken words, numbers or anything else. You also have a practical knowledge of how things work in the world — you've been paying attention and you pick things up easily.
-laughs uncontrollably-
man, one needs certain form of consolation and affirmation once in a while, that the cerebrum is still functioning, that the medulla oblongata is in form.
especially after a terribly disturbing and unsettling physics paper. my heart ceased to beat after i wielded the pen like i have never before. continuous writing with an absolute disregard for relevance and coherence.
the most positive connotation is plausibly [i]grotesque[/i].
or maybe putrid.
for once i realised, rather tardily really, that physics was more than just all theory and formulae. gunning that down, im now pining my hopes and a phenomenonally gross sum of efforts and diligence into the gruesome and brutal combination of chemistry and biology.
i've been thinking, the world's [u]bloodiest [b]assassins [/b][/u]could jolly well be those people at cambridge setting papers all day. they can kill extremely well, and are scarily face-less to all us. simply adopting taciturnity and secrecy as policies, their identity always kept beyond recognition, plainly known of as "[i]the cambridge examiners[/i]".
-screams-
its the exam blues i tell you.
they're catching up, in the most astonishing manner.
get away, imbecilic monochrome.
and never return.
to the plankton i miss:
study hard, and don't let them -points above- get you. =)
takecare yeah. ah shucks im missing you already.
whats this? a fiendish ploy to melt me before celebrations ensue?
fighter//
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| i'll be old enough to do to do to do what i want to |
| 11.08.03 (6:17 am) [edit] |
studying today was, [i]fruit[/i]ful.
fruitful meaning having growth.
growth referring to the number of people at the table as the clock ticked away and the influx incessantly bloomed.
coverage wise, it was ok i guess.
i was early and she was late, an oh-so common situation, (she's gonna slay me oh help) and after 2 hours of mathness (pun severely intended ) we strayed off to lovely ntuc. where beztar gasped almost 928456 times. she never knew there existed an ntuc. and so we got our munchies and got back only to escape a torrential downpour.
showers of blessing, in a way.
i realise im boring people with the trivial details of my candid life, flashing strips only redolent of friendship and laughter.
shall move on to more serious issues.
like how i made phenomenonally mammoth findings today. gratitude to ms choo, who honked at me while i made my way home through a sky pregnant with rain and starved of portending lightning. thankeww. =)
the magnitude of all unit vectors is zero.
having the direction similar to that of a particular vector simply means k-ing the entire chumbb-baawaambaa.
and and and
an approximate increase by k% means k/100 multiplied by the initial value of x.
now i [u]knew[/u] that all right, was just reinforcing certain points. yes, how can i not already know the quintessence of a maths, having mugged for it the whole of today?
rhetorical. my conscience aches, oh diddly squat for everything, i hate having such a righteous moral fibre and erect pillar of principles, my intrinsic upright nature. -guffaws- what what..
indeed, only [u]the lightbulb[/u] and i know, really, how much got in. mum's the word di.
-growls-
[b]slangs[/b] are bad, they lead to incomprehensible colloquial.
therefore let man speak in an absolutely cogitable tongue, heard by the prodigy, understood by the obtuse.
also,
to people who have [u]schedules[/u] for toying with the innocent, @%$^ off. in particular, if your surname spells '[u]lose[/u]'. so there. applaud me, all those commoners at the library with congruent sentiments.
+ when you and me
turn into [i]us[/i]
it makes me cry
it makes me trust. stick around, [i]nemo[/i]. =)
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| A thousand lights had made me colder. |
| 11.07.03 (3:10 am) [edit] |
boloney.
my first impression upon re-re-readin that whole load of
boloney.
long and suffocating, thats one thing.
it didnt even make its debut apprearance on the paper! thats another.
seriously, i mean like seriously, i feel like its
boloney.
the higher chinese paper was
well-spotted.
that marked [i]the [/i]euphoric event of [i]the[/i] day
a couple of inevitable cloze passage errs
and i pray the markers do appreciate my composition's stand and award me high marks.
5 more stifling subjects till i go berserk even thinking of how to celebrate the end of days.
ooh that sounded decontextuallly foreboding.
im so not ready to study again,
gonna bumm in da library with my beztar tomms
physics and amaths here we come
since im in a hyper and looney mood
i shall share a couple of highly disturbing
yet intriguin limericks.
dont we just love these rhymin verses that do not take much brains to conjugate
but really,
a bowl of salt withheld is always useful.
boloney in its fullest assail, allow me.
There was a young fellow named perkin
Who was always jerkin his gherkin
His father said perkin
Stop jerkin your gherkin
Your gherkins fer ferkin not jerkin
(oh for cryin out loud, who names himself perkin)
one more while i copy and paste from a very foreign im user who calls himself 'thejoollhankk'. (whatever that means, really)
Mary had a little lamb,
its fleece was slightly grey.
It didn't have a father,
just some borrowed DNA.
It had a sort of mother,
Though the ovum was on loan,
It was not so much a lambkin
As a little lamby clone.
And soon it had a fellow clone,
And soon it had some more.
They followed her to school one day
All cramming through the door.
It made the children laugh and sing;
The teachers found it droll.
There were too many lamby clones
For Mary to control.
No other could control the sheep,
Since their program didn't vary,
So the scientists resolved it all
By simply cloning Mary.
But now they feel quite sheepish,
Those scientists, unwary.
One problem solved,
But what do do with Mary, Mary, Mary ?
allright, don't go telling i said these.
purely for the devil's idle mind.
bling bling dude. =)
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| hey dad look at me |
| 11.02.03 (8:12 pm) [edit] |
just so it does not seem i am bumming around in a period of supposed anxiety and immense pressure to do well, i shall share a thing or two about diplomacy and deterrence.
there are, in the sanest way to present, three forms of relations a country can seek to establish. bilateral as foremost, regional and global. singapore, having gone all out to ensure solid bilateral ties, has been receiving sterling benefits from hence. trading opportunities with china, had technology and skills transfered from germany to her, and cultural ties exchanged with mahathir abdullah's malaysia. of course, with all gain and no venture, she would not have been able to sustain such a buoyant repute bilaterally. output has been positive, as singapore has sent its doctors and nurses to developing countries like vietnam and nepal to aid them in ways i try not to fathom in fortunate times as these.
regionally, there are the european union as well as the association of southeast nations. citing asean as my case study, it has three paramount purposes in formation. firstly, to promote the economic, social and cultural development of the region, SEA. as a region, other countries will invest in the member countries and boost economies, propping markets and planting smiles. asean has even had a committee set up to promote understanding and appreciation of the heritage and culture of the member countries. cultural exchange programmes have since been an active part of their itinery. secondly, they strive to protect the peace and stability of the region. very palpably, that means they help resolve the problems around them, like the 1980s civil war in cambodia. yes, they had managed to defeat the aggressor and had a democratic form of government erected in cambodia for that matter. thirdly asean wishes for member countries to resolve their differences peacefully. there is the arf ( by no lengths should one deem this as some onomatopoeiac intonation ) asean regional forum, which enables the members to resolve differences diplomatically. the singapore-johor dispute on pedra branca has been thus referred to the icj to be dealt with by the larger powers of the world. singapore's role in asean is that of a leadership stance. especially in the arf, in which singapore participates actively to ensure the peace and stability of our region is protected. she also provides technical assistance and knowledge to other countries that wish to know more about her successful experiences with industrializing and so forth. this she executes by conducting training courses for the interested parties and by setting up training workshops overseas. scholarships are being offered to the asean member countries to study here.
globally, there is the very popular united nations, affectionately known as the blue helmets. they push for the preservation of world peace and it alone. primarily, they provide aid to countries in immediate need of help, they give voice to member countries to vote on matters and air grievances (in the general assembly) and they also protect the peace and stability by means of the international peacekeeping force. officers of the member countries constitute this force and consent from them must be afforded to launch any sanctions or whatsoever. the un security council is the (fairly ineffective sector) one which issues stern warnings and boycotts to ward off aggressors. peacekeeping troops do keep the peace by ensuring that, in an armed conflict, both parties see to a resolvent. they keep the fighters apart and are not to side with either.
frederick the great once said, diplomacy without military equipment is like music without instruments. and immediately we see the extant two-pronged approach brandished in singapore's firm grasp. diplomacy and military deterrence. after independence, there was an urgent need to build our own defence force, to be militarily self-reliant and ready to defend ourself. only then can we guarantee peace and security. ns comes inevitably to mind. national service, that which we call nation-building, by any other name would smell just as ascerbic. it provides an avenue for men of all walks to share a common experience develop patriotism and loyalty to the country. a [b]citizen-armed force [/b]means that the people and the army are one, and that the onus is hence shared. refresher training is added for 40 days a year for 13 years to maintain the competence of the nsmen, know-how of handling of new weapons as well as fresh tactics of war can then be imparted. saf, ready and effective!
anyway, theres the rsaf and the rsn now, much to our nationalistic pride. [b]total defence[/b], an immutable facet in our lives. so singaporean, so real. psychological, social, civil, military, and economic. these gory details shall be left un-delved into. its too much information and too little in weightage. the idea is to frighten the aggressors who even dare come near us, since we are all prepared, so to speak, to face all threats as one.
people need the arms to fight, and here enters [b]singapore's defence industry[/b]. this is a highly sensitive issue since countries are by nature, unwilling to speak of their defence technology. shall i read more or shall i speak at this. posthaste. initially, there was a shortage of equipment and weapons. upon arrival they too, sadly, were not suitable for our needs. with an imperative need to design our own weapons, sg thus build its own defence industry to enable to fighters to be both efficient and effective. our defence industry comprises several groups, like the defence technology group. main responsibilities are to design the suitable ammunition for the rangers of our nation, build fighting capabilities of the saf (whatever that means) and maintain the arsenal in the best condition they can. our defence industry is deemed to be extremely innovative, using the highest technology they can summon to provide us with the latest equipment, then modify and upgrade their performance. neat. [b]military cooperation [/b]stands as the last tier of our military deterrence pyramid. NOT hierachy. we foster friendly ties with the armed forces of other countries. precedent aim: to claim for more training grounds and airspace. the participation in bilateral and multilateral defence exercises involves interacting with the armed forces of other countries, increasing cooperation and strengthening ties.
bilateral defence exercises and training case study: australia offers vast area of open land and airspace for the rsaf. in return, sg sets up a training school there.
multilateral defence exercises: five power defence arrangements exercise. fpda formed to preserve peace (as always is the point).
conclusion: both people and government need to be committed to the build up of our defence force. there can be no isolation of parties.
and theres chapter6 for you. diplomacy and deterrence.
sure bored the hell out of you i know. my fingers are numbed at the ends, and my puckered brows are dying for a hiatus off the screen. now if you would excuse this scholar, im off for a kinder bueno timeout as well as a half an hour do-not-disturb dip in the foamed jacuzzi. ahh.
the indulgence of man.
peace-out fellows. ciao. =)
perfect/simpleplan.
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